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Chapter 236 - part (4) of (4)

 Summer Balls – Year LXXXIX

Several minutes later, he returned her to a table at the side of the hall, and accepted Iona’s hand and hiney for what was a waltz. It was interesting to observe some of the other apparel. Several sluts were wearing some sort of seriously slinky number. They were full-length low-cut soft silky black satin evening gowns. The backs were almost all open, from shoulder blades all the way down to the derrière….and a terrific tool tease. Long-laced shiny Emma Peel black boots with low heels completed the picture….plus their partner’s pulsing penis.

 

Then the music stopped a second time. “Go get the drinks,” she ordered, “we’ll have two gin and tonics….although there’s no alcohol for you, since you’re officially In The Pink.” She mouthed him a kiss, as he strutted towards the bar area. “Two G&T’s please, Sir,” he muttered, to his former French teacher, “and an orange juice for me….all on my tab.” Gestapo Mark grinned, and marked off his name on a long list. The costs would end up on his school bill under misc. Sundries consumables charges. “Who are you with….Wanker Boy Will?” he asked, “and don’t say the Woolwich.”

 

The well-known witticism, after the building society of old. “It’s The Full Twins, Sir,” he replied smugly. “I’m also asking for volunteers, Shanks….” always a bad sign, “….Section Officer Maggie Rifkin is going to offer an updated version of la Volta.....” really? “….it’s partly based on the game of Pilots….” he’d heard about this from his younger brother. Louis had been a Willing Helper for one of the innocent young Ladies’ Self Defence classes the previous year, “….and it’s also a sort of Pick-You-Up and….well, Knack-You-Down….” he stayed silent, however his shaft strained, “….so it’s a Yes. They’re proving pretty popular among your peers-with-penis.” He could well understand why, as he took the drinks back to the table. Both twins were on the floor, each dancing with a dude.

 

Then the music stopped suddenly. “May we welcome sodding Shagger,” said Iain Terrence Hayter, “complete with his ménage-à-cinq….” he saw scowls from several studs, “….who for this evening only are the Burdizzo Babes.” There was a round of applause, as he inspected four black-booted brunette beauties with dark glasses. He’d seen the huge hoardings for the West End Musical whilst passing through LondoN PaddingtoN on his way to a University Interview at Bath. They were next-to nude, whilst wearing only black peaked hats, the briefest of black bras, and matching….well, briefs. The latter two were tied together with a selection of straps. OMG….they were each carrying The Cattle Prod and seemed so….well, stunningly strict and stern. Was it the combination of red lipstick on mean mouths, with hands held hard on hips, which made them supremely snoggable? Talk about an exquisitely exhibitionist entrance?

 

They all strutted across the room, and sodding Shagger seated them at a nearby table. It was obvious from the leering lovely Ladies he’d have any number of dancing offers….all in addition to three Smiths, and The Green Goddess. Now he knew why his frightful fagmistress had been rather reticent earlier. “How’s about a dance, ducks?” asked Lionel Disraeli-Greys. “How’s about some respect….Lying Disgrace,” replied one of them, “this is set to Stun.” Oops….ZZZZZZ “….URGHHH,” he moaned as he fell to the floor.

 

He knew exactly what it felt like, having been treated to the touch a few hours previously. However, he’d no sympathy, since the prefect hailed from dorm 6N….and had definitely been one of The Six Nasties. “Next time we might take off his testicles as trophies, and put them in a pickling pot….” said a second, as the prefect struggled to his feet in abject agony, “….he only wants us for our beautiful bodies,” added a third. Totally true, since studs wanted only one thing….called coitus with cute cunt.

 

Then the music stopped again. “Here we have horrible Harry Herbert Orwell….” The Interrogator said wittily, and so utterly unlike his audible achievements in assembly, “….also managing a ménage. A round of applause please, for Mitches And Ritches The Bitches, plus Racy Tracy.” There was convincing clapping. “Might I have the next dance, Wanker Boy Will?” asked a fetching floozy beside him. He turned to see it was Louise Roccella-Roland, no longer a pupil In The Pink. She seemed stunning in a brunette beehive wig. Apart from the matching boots, she wore a tightly-fitting striped stretch top, with three quarter sleeves. It went down to her waist….which was it.

 

Surely he’d seen her somewhere before? “Do you like my Pat Keysell costume?” she asked. “Yes,” he admitted, “now I have it….from Vision On. It’s an ancient children’s TV programme from the 1970’s, which lives on in the annals of AV Record.” She sniggered. “Apparently dad’s one of her many million fans,” she said, “so Mum put the uniform together, for some naughty night-time nooky….” she shrugged, “….I’ll admit it was a shock to discover their deviances. It was during the Spring holidays when they went to work without tidying up the lounge….” careless, “….but she admitted their amorous activities when she returned home. She graciously agreed I could borrow it all for the Summer Balls….shall we take the floor? It’s a rumba, the dance of love, so we can handle our hineys without hindrance….” she licked her lips, “….your last lot of rubbery whacks were something else again, and I was playing with pussy at the sound of them....” she gave a grimace, “….sodding Stinks added another nine….six for Stroking Slits, and another three for Distracting detainees during Detention.”

 

She was, he agreed, a loving handful. “I expect he fancies you, Rocky,” he suggested as they turned in time to the tune. “So do I,” she agreed, “since he’s invited me to attend his study next term.” He smiled. It’s not exactly etchings on offer,” he explained, “but further forms of fetish which might be managed with the material.” He glanced across the floor, and saw another stunning slut. She looked lovely in Latex lingerie, so perhaps she had a point? But who was she….yes, the pretty prefect Adrienne Peeling. She was another of The Full Twins former dorm mates….and quite definitely Appealing. “What are BCNU beatings?” she asked, “since Stinks had made mention of them.” He kissed her forehead gently. “They’re Bare Caning, No Uniform,” he replied, “and you’ll have them from every teacher next week….” she shivered, “….a moveable feast of floggings. When you’ve received the rattan….” or whatever, “….you say Be Seein’ You Sir….or Ma’am.”

 

They twirled together, and she hugged him hard. “I’m looking forward to our study session,” she said, “and I although it was going to be two pairs of pussies on Sunday with Shanks’ Ponies, my dearest dorm mates have agreed to do an Awesome Foursome with you in the morning. It means you’ll be mine in the evening….although how much surplus semen you’ll have following fucking five floozies during the day is another matter. I won’t mind if you want to wank worthlessly before our date with some pertinent porn publications, if only to source some more supplies of spunk.” Not a bad idea, either. “Who’s horrible Harry’s ménage-a-quatre?” he asked, sourly. “It’s Mitchell Mary Murphy and Richella Ruth Rhodes,” she replied, “both 3M and The 3R’s are of The Shagger S♀ciety….” dorm 6K, hence The Six Knackerers, “….you should remember Theresa Rhys, since she’s The Token Straight Slut in The Six Lezzies.”

 

Again, the music stopped and they returned to her table. “It’s a rock and roll, Rock’N’Roll,” said H₂O, as he strutted up, “might I take you to the floor?” She gave him a VERY old-fashioned expression. “You can fuck me on it any time at all next term, Harry,” she replied, “kindly make a note in your dalliance diary.” He smiled as he took her hand. “I’ll be honoured to do so,” he replied with all the confidence of a Confirmed Cunt Casanova. He strutted back to his own table, and took a sip of his orange juice. Then he Leched Longingly Like A Loser at the sight of Barbara Elland cavorting on the dance floor. Barbarella was dressed as her namesake from the cult classic semi Sci-Fi film flick from the swinging sixties. How he’d love to put her into the Pleasure Machine, the same as the ancient Actress Jane Fonda all those years ago.

 

She was dancing with Hercules Poke, another confounded Cunt Casanova. However he too had hailed from The Six X-hibiTI♂nists, and it certainly showed. Probably Poke Her would presently be poking her with his poker? He smiled at his own wit. Then he spotted someone else….a new nix from two terms previously. It was Servalan Ewell, apparently a dead-ringer for another ancient Actress, Jacqueline Pearce. Her on-screen part had been Supreme Commander of the Terran Federation, from the 1970’s Sci-Fi TV series of Blake’s 7. She was strutting around as though she owned the place….and quite clearly in many mere males’ minds, definitely did do so.

 

“It is time for a highlight of the evening,” said the amplified Iain Terrence Hayter, “we will be inviting everyone to take their partners presently for la Volta. But first, it will be the more modern version, which will take place on the Podium….” he gestured towards it, “….with the assistance of a Birching Block, which we have retrieved from the Original Teaching wing for the occasion. Aspiring Ampères should make their way into the Undercroft….” ha bloody ha, and a good electrical joke, “….where the Burdizzo Babes have kindly offered to keep order.”

 

He strutted out of the hall, accompanied by several other studs. The mood was sombre as they strutted in silence into the big basement. H₂O was immediately behind him, however sodding Shagger was already standing by the black metal spiral staircase. Most likely he’d have accompanied The Burdizzo Babes here a few minutes previously? “This all puts me in mind of another of Davy’s distant dreams….” mused one, and most likely his Missus, since she’d used his given name, “….where Peter Purvis got given a one-way trip to the Gonads Gallows….” said a second, “….neck and knackers….and totally terminal to torso and testicles,” added a third. “I’ve seen filthy photos of felons about to be hanged,” said a somewhat soft sensual soprano, “and they’ve always been entertainingly and erotically erected.” Presumably this last was his frightful fagmistress? Even so, on the surface they all seemed the same.

 

“May we have our first aspiring Ampère….?” he heard The Headmaster asking, as sodding Shagger strutted up the staircase, when there was a rapturous round of applause, “….see his seven inches of circumcised sin. He should take the two steps up the Block, and lean forward with his legs spread. Then Section Officer Riffkin will act as Flyer.” There was a short silence. “AYEEEEE….HEEE….” he heard, “….WHEEEE….WHEEEE….KnackerKnackerKnackerKnacker.” It was, he agreed, a reasonable imitation of a machine gun….SMACKK “….oww.” it concluded. “Next please….and I will not repeat the instructions, since I suspect everyone in the Undercroft will now know the drill.” He strutted up the staircase, always easier on an ascent. Then he too emerged at the top, to more applause. “Wanker Boy Will offers eight inches of erotic enjoyment,” he confirmed for an appreciative audience, as he continued towards the Birching Block. In his mind’s eye it was indeed an erotic end, and curtains for cute cunt.

 

He ascended the scaffold, and waited for the worst. Somehow, her RAF uniform still seemed strict and sexy. “Ohh….” he gasped as she lunged towards him, and he leaned forward, “….AYEEEEE….HEEE,” he shrieked, as at once he was circling in space with one of her hands under his chest. “WHEEEE….WHEEEE….KnackerKnackerKnackerKnacker….” SMACKK “….Oww,” as she set him down after what seemed an eternity of knackered nuts. It was horribly humiliating, but delightfully delicious….Pick-Me-Up and Smack-Me-down, as his parents used to do when he was small. As soon as the room had stopped spinning, he strutted down the front steps off the Podium, with all eyes upon him. Exposure and exhibitionism didn’t get any better.

 

Then he turned to watch H₂O have some of the same. Now at least he’d learn what it looked like from ground level. “It is H₂O again,” said The Headmaster, “with a second seven inches, the same as sodding Shagger. But they ARE third cousins, so there is some excuse.” There was more mirth as his peer In The Pink strutted up the Birching Block, clearly no slouch himself with high heels. But then he was senior fag to his firm friend Richard Sharp. The poor sod’s fagging uniform for the past year had been a pink unisex slave apron, plus matching high-heeled shoes, so he’d had plenty of practice. “AYEEEEE….HEEE,” he gasped. “WHEEEEE….WHEEEE….KnackerKnackerKnackerKnacker,” SMACKK “….Oww.” All right, now he’d be happy to help any deviant damsels which wanted a whirl.

 

It was many minutes later when the final felon had flown, and he’d lost count of how many times his hiney had been handled. “Mesdemoiselles,” said The Headmaster, “and any other aspiring Ampères out there who fancy a flight, please choose a Flyer. We have selected some suitable harpsichord music to set the scene. You may include any other dance holds, since in la Volta, nothing at all is barred.” It began to play, even as Holly Totton ambled up to him. She too was wearing Latex lingerie. “Give us a go, guv’nor,” she muttered, “and you can smack me down….the same as my dad always did.” Amazing….since Hotty Totty’s botty was one of the best in the business. She’d most likely be winning the Mrs Shagton Rear Of The Year award next week.

 

“Most certainly, Ma’am,” he muttered, escorting her to an otherwise empty area of the dance floor. “Leap towards me,” he urged, “and I’ll catch your crotch.” She duly did so, and he caught her….well, on the hop. “Ohhh….Ohhh,” she gasped as he held her high, with one hand holding a beautiful boob, “….UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned as her fancy was fondled….SMACKK “….Oww….” SMACKK “….Oww,” she gasped as he set her back onto her feet. “HELL,” she breathed, “I’d forgotten how horrendously humiliating it all is….but fun....” so Stop It I Like It? “….I’m impressed with your prowess in high heels, Wanker Boy Will….” she said, “….and I like your stripes….” she too held his hiney hard as they twirled in time to the music, “….were they the result of rubbery whacks? As you can see, I’ve always rather relished rubber.”

 

Got it in one. “Yes, Ma’am,” he agreed, “they were during Detention this evening….” he paused, “….perhaps you should speak to Stinks about a session in his study next term? According to Rocky, there are further forms of fetish which might be managed with the material.” Their twirls took them towards Iain Terrence Hayter, who was talking with sodding Shagger. It was impossible to hear all the conversation because of all the ambient noise, but he definitely caught the phrase, “….Felon Flogging Fridays at five….” he smiled slightly as he spotted one of The Con Artists launching a lovely Lady into space. She was Sigurlin Rushden, once one of The Six Bi Babes. Presumably, she’d be feeling some sort of….well, Sugar Rush? What wonderful wit.

 

According to the hall clock it was 8.55pm, and he’d had no shortage of sluts….utterly unlike this time last year. Then, he’d spent most of the miserable evening sitting seething on the sidelines, whilst waiting forlornly for floozies to beat a path to his penis. His present pretty partner for a pasodoble had been Verity Gneiss, captain of this year’s dorm 6B. She was, he agreed as he escorted her back to her table, Very Nice. As he continued to his own, he passed Pet It, who was petting Poison Ivy’s posterior. Clearly, it had been convincingly cropped. The evening’s entertainments, if not his high heels, were wearing well.

 

Was this, he wondered wittily, an example of Syllepsis? “We’ve both danced with a dozen different dudes,” said Sinful, “and want to be on our wicked way, Wanker Boy Will….” she licked her lips, “….since it’s time to take a tool to two twats,” added Eyeful. They arose, and each took an arm. How could he ever have been jealous of such innocent actions? They headed towards the double doors, all hands on hineys. Then it was into the first of the long, dark cold corridors taking them to the Prefects’ Study wing. He’d have one more night….well, the latter half of it, in dorm. Then it would be back to the life of luxury, from which he’d been cruelly separated for the past week.

 

“How are the high heels doing?” asked Eyeful. “I’ll admit they’re starting to hurt horribly,” he replied, “so how the lovely Ladies manage all day in the office is another matter.” They both shrugged. “I hope you now have some sneaking sympathy for Secretaries,” said Sinful. Fair comment, as they reached the entrance hall. “It’s easier on the Up,” he said lightly as they tackled the first flight. “We’re both on Level 1,” said Sinful, “Sis is in study 11 and I’m next door in 12.” Which would, he agreed, make matters easier.

 

They reached the landing, and continued into the gloomy corridor. “Sodding Shagger says this journey represents the Cunt At Infinity,” he mused, “which is a mathematical construct of his own making.” They both giggled girlishly. “Yes,” said Sinful, “representing a destination desperately desirable, yet utterly unattainable. He mentioned it to us one evening, whilst screwing in his study.” He should have sussed sodding Shagger had bonked them both….and possibly several times? “Just the once,” said Eyeful, with some sadness, “but memories are made of this….” so HER apparent mind reading abilities were similarly sound

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Iona Fuller

tu plenus et sum qualia fullo

 “….welcome to the Eiffel Tower, as it’s known….” what else? “….the logo’s chronically coarse Latin for You’re Full And I’m Fuller….” more wit, “….both ours are the same, as you might expect….” he pushed the door open, and stood aside for them to pass, “….you ARE thus, I assume?” Once again, his penis pulsed as proof. “I’m rearing for release,” he confirmed, “as I haven’t done so since Wednesday morning.” They sniggered softly. “We heard all about it on the Bush Telegraph,” said Eyeful, “in The Headmaster’s Corridor, whilst wanking worthlessly with Brownie Babes. You should be ashamed of yourself, corrupting the nation’s youth in such a filthy fashion.” Although the so-called innocent young Ladies could probably show HIM a thing or two.

 

“It’ll be your Caning For Cunt first,” said Sinful, “however you’ll be relieved to learn our currencies are both Six For Sex. Lie down as you are on Sis’ bed, and we’ll swish you soundly and simultaneously….staccato style in pairs. It’ll be concluded quite quickly, and then we can continue with our quest towards copulation.” He strutted across the study, placed a pillow horizontally halfway, and then lay across it. “I like attacking an adorable arse in the air,” said Eyeful. “Talking of which, Mesdemoiselles,” he murmured, “I’m able to assist with anilingus, recalling how you both hail from The Six Arses Licked. I’m afraid I avoided dorm 6A all last year, but hopefully The Green Goddess has spoken to you?” They nodded, as they collected a couple of canes, and flexed them firmly between their fingers.

 

SWISHHTHWACKK….SWISHHTHWACKK    SWISHHTHWACKK….SWISHHTHWACKK   

“OOOOO..HOOOO….TWO….no, four, thank you MESDEMOISELLES,” he gasped since they were actually two pairs. “We were delighted when she confirmed you’d seen the light,” said Sinful, “so you can lick our fannies and fancies first. Then you can use a dildo head-harness, to screw us simultaneously. After spunking, you can take a breather, whilst watching us at work.” Wonderful, since he’d always enjoyed perusing porn with lovely Lezzies licking.

 

SWISHHTHWACKK….SWISHHTHWACKK    SWISHHTHWACKK….SWISHHTHWACKK   

“YI..HI….EIGHT….a straight eight, thank you MESDEMOISELLES,” he gasped with a Hurting Hello. “When you report to Terrence’s study tomorrow morning for your restoration, Wanker Boy Will,” said Sinful, “perhaps you should suggest some swishing?” But why would he want more whacks? “It’d be one of your last beatings by the beak,” Eyeful explained, “and the annals of memory lane are strange things. You may wish to revisit the rattan….” surely this was what Summer School was all about? “….at least you’d have Asked for the application of the agonies onto an already aching arse. Somehow, voluntary vapulations are more fun. You could even consider it to be a BCNU beating?” Possibly they DID have a point? “I’ll bear it in mind, Mesdemoiselles,” he muttered.

 

SWISHHTHWACKK….SWISHHTHWACKK    SWISHHTHWACKK….SWISHHTHWACKK   

“Yay..HEYY….TWELVE….a dozen due, thank you MESDEMOISELLES. I know I needed them for the crimes of coitus….ohh,” he added as they both fondled his flogged fanny. “Kneel by the bed, in the Position For Pleasuring,” they ordered. He shimmied off it, and Sinful took his place, doggy style and presenting a perfect posterior plus pussy. “It’ll be Tickling Tarts with tongue,” said Eyeful, “whilst simultaneously strafing shoulders and seat for such sin. I’ll stop when Sis cums.” She wandered away towards the back wall, and returned several seconds later clutching several items of coercion and correction.

 

He prised apart his prize, with possible polyptoton. “UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned as he started work….Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww,” he gasped as the seven strands of sheer suffering strafed his shoulders. She was shivering with sexual stress, so this WOULDN’T take very long. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….” Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww,” he gasped, as his seat was struck, “….UHHH….UHHH….Yes….YESS….YESS.” He released his hold on her hiney, and the two Twins changed places. It would, he suspected, be an identical foray into floozy fun. “UHHH….UHHH,” moaned Eyeful….Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww,” he gasped, “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….” Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww,” he gasped, “….UHHH….UHHH….Yes….YESS….YESS.” Done and dusted, he reflected happily.

 

“It’ll be handcuffs, Wanker Boy Will,” said Sinful, “then be back on the bed as before, but with your beaten bottom on the pillow. We’ll screw you in the Superior style….with me fucking first.” Although it would make no difference. “Yes, Mesdemoiselles,” he murmured, “I’m only an innate inferior of no account….a plaything penis for pussy pleasure.” They smiled widely, as she strapped the harness over his head. “Ohh,” he murmured as a pink leather leash was attached to his testicles. “A pound will pull your pulsing penis perpendicular,” said Eyeful, “AYEEEEE,” he shouted as his scrotum was stretched, and the leash lowered over the end of the bed. Then they knelt astride him, facing each other. “UHHH….UHHH,” moaned Eyeful as she screwed herself on the dildo, “UHHH….UHHH,” moaned Sinful as she slid down his straining shaft.

 

He gritted his teeth, and tried to think of England. It wasn’t easy, faced with an adorable arse and tickled tool. “UHHH….UHHH….yes….YESS….YESS,” they gasped in time together. “MMMMFFFF….” he moaned as Eyeful face sat him soundly, “…..UHHH….UHHH,” he added as Sinful humped him hard. Sod….it was so much suffering for so short a stimulation, and already he was falling over the edge. “UHHH….UHHH….EPHH….EPHH,” the best he could manage as his mouth was covered. Then he spurted several times into Sinful’s superb slit. “Stand up, Wanker Boy Will,” ordered Eyeful, and lie on the settee, facing us. “AHHH,” he gasped as he pulled the 1lb lead weight behind him. He lay with his head over an arm. “AYEEEEE,” he shouted as the leash was draped over the other end, and his scrotum stretched a second time. Then they retreated back to the bed, and adopted the sixdy nine Position….a twin thing too, in addition to firm and favourite female friends.

 

According to the wall clock, it was a quarter of an hour later before they finally finished with each other’s fanny and fancy. His testicles were in torment, however his penis still pulsed. Hopefully, he should have sufficient semen stored in his sac to service the second slut? “We’re ready to roll, Wanker Boy Will,” said Eyeful, “and this time it’s my turn to take your tool. I can see it’s still a solid eight inches of erotic enjoyment.” He struggled back to his feet. “AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped as he pulled his penance, and they arranged him as previously. “MMMMFFFF….” he moaned as Sinful face sat him, “….UHHH,” he added as Eyeful slithered along his shaft. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH,” they both moaned identically, “UHHH….yes….YESS….YESS….YESS.”

 

They stopped for a long second. “MMMMFFFF,” he moaned, unable to breath because of a beautiful bum. “Best put him out of his misery, Sis,” he heard Sinful saying. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….EPH….EPH….EPH,” he moaned as he spunked the second slut. His breathing was ragged when he finally….well, saw the light. “Ohh….” he moaned as his head-harness was removed, “….ohh,” he repeated as the testicle torment was terminated. “T..Thank you so much for the scrotum suffering,” he said shakily, “as a plums pain pervert, I’m sure it helped keep me hard.” They sniggered softly. “We heard how much you enjoyed Walk The Plank with Mississippi last week,” said Sinful, “so your personal perversions and peccadilloes are pretty plain.” Rumbled….as they removed their clothes, and folded them neatly.

 

“Turn over,” said Eyeful, “and I’ll take off your handcuffs….” he did so, and suddenly he could move his arms, “….here’s a tissue for your tool….” he accepted it and wiped his wilting willy. Already his soft shaft had shrivelled, “….we two will shower together. I’m afraid it’ll take some time, since we’ll be Wasting Water….” plying their pussies, probably with the strongest jet, “….was this your first fucking foray with a Bi-some threesome?” He smiled. “Yes,” he admitted, “I hope it didn’t show too badly.” She shook her head. “You did very well, Wanker Boy Will,” said Sinful, “thank you for stepping into the breach at such short notice.” He grinned. “It was my pleasure, Mesdemoiselles….” he said as they padded towards the shower room, “….and ours too,” said Eyeful as the door closed behind them.

 

He struggled to his feet, strutted shakily to the study door, and kicked off the hell of his high heels. He stacked them tidily and stashed the bowtie inside. “Ohh,” he moaned as he finally removed the Naccatape from his nuts. Next he picked up a Happy Hooker’s handbag, and rummaged through it. Sod’s law….his Short Shirt must be in the second? Then he located it, and folded it neatly onto his shoes. Now he was ready to leave, sometime in the wee small hours as they’d asked. In the meantime, he’d have the luxury of sleeping with two sluts. He padded back to the bed, and slipped beneath the bedclothes on his side. Roll on tomorrow….with his restoration. Then a seriously satisfied slumber took him, accompanied by some sounds of shared sin from the shower.

 

pyjamas posterior pain

Chapter 236 - part (3) of (4)

 Summer Balls – Year LXXXIX

Detention Classes

The 1^st form will meet in Room 142.

All other detainees are invited to select their Supervisory preference from the following options:-

Joyce D’Aragon                     Room 122

Dwyer Barlow-Stratton       Room 123

Richard Merryweather           Room 125

Harold Sphinx                       Room 126

Ian Iivingston Hume            Room 127

Mary Ure                             Room 128

All detainees should ensure they have a suitable pen, however Lines paper will be provided. Perusal of punishment in progress, and Distracting detainees during Detention are each worth three whacks. Spying, Straying and Languishing Along Lovely Legs carry their usual penalties.

                                                Signed  Susan Sweet School Secretary

 At this end of the term, the number of sinful scholars was always much higher. Obviously there were also many more poor sods on Daily Detention. They also needed to Explain themselves to Terrence every fourth day. But for this evening, the sluts were spoiled for choice. Many of them would go for Big Dick, whose immodest male member matched his own. But there was also Dr Dire, with his well-known tendency towards tight trousers. For good measure, there was Dr Livingstone I Presume, who had piercing blue eyes in addition to a fine physique.

 

 For the studs there was The Dragon Lady, with her small conical tits, and fetching French femme fatale street-urchin hairstyle….let alone all her other attributes. Alternatively they could choose Oo-Er, who shared her name with an Actress of old, in addition to some slight similarities in speech. Indeed, he well remembered her incredibly clipped Oxford English tones, so sharp surely one could cut cardboard? However, he’d select Stinks….partly for what he’d learned from previous punishments, but also as some sort of statement for later in the evening.

 

 Then he retraced his steps and headed into the long, dark cold corridors for the Teaching wings. Several minutes later he reached his destination, and as expected there were a considerable quantity of detainees. “Good evening, Wanker Boy Will,” said Amy Winehouse, with her usual whiny voice, “I’ll sit with you, as you suggested last week in dorm….” indeed he had, “….I haven’t been able to Lay Down The Law, since we haven’t shared any classes….” such a shame, “….who have you selected as Supervisor?” He shrugged. “It’s Stinks, Ma’am,” he replied politely. “Really?” she asked as Big Dick appeared along the corridor. As he’d expected there was a flash of felonesses following him towards Room 125.

 

Seconds later it was The Dragon Lady. “I’d honestly have expected you’d be anxious to Lech Longingly Like A Loser at her lovely and light 5’5” French frame,” she mused. “I have my reasons, Ma’am,” he muttered as the two doctors arrived together, before taking a considerable crush away with them. Then it was Stinks, still wearing his black laboratory coat. He followed him, accompanied only by The Whines and five further floozies….three of whom were also In The Pink, and obviously identical triplets.

 

Room 126

He and Amy Winehouse chose a bench in the centre, with The Babe In Blue in the front row on her own. All the detainees dutifully stood to attention with their hands behind their heads. Inevitably, everywhere was equipped with Sodding Shagger’s Natty New Seats Of Learning. He noted how the three Sisters were standing together two rows further in front. Then he saw single small tattooed initial at the base of their backs….V, M and K. Presumably they’d been placed there by their parents for ease of identification?

 

How, he wondered bitterly, had he achieved almost an entire year of prefecthood, and failed to flog those fetching fannies? They all bore several stripes….presumably the work of their frightful fagmistresses?  It wasn’t fair….no, his personal demon countermanded, it was simply stupidity on his part. “A warm welcome to my minority ministry this evening,” said Stinks, “obviously there’s no shortage of space. Is anyone without their Lines set….?” there were no takers, “….whilst I’m not complaining, Wanker Boy Will, I’d be interested to learn why you chose me for Supervisor? I could hardly fail to notice all the competition on offer this evening.”

 

As always, he looked like Albert Einstein having a bad hair day. “Please, Sir,” he explained, “it’s partly a throwback to a tactic which I learned during Detentions over the years. When one’s in a small class, it’s statistically simpler to finish on time. Then there’s less likelihood of Lateness for Prep….” there were several knowing nods, “….although obviously this evening it isn’t an issue. But the other reason is because I’d prefer to have some of your rubbery whacks….” he shivered slightly as he saw the teacher’s legendary long length of rubber tubing protruding from a pocket, “….which may be a talking point during the Summer Balls. Most of the other pupils In The Pink will be sporting conventional cane cuts.” The teacher smiled widely. “You were in my Chemistry class, as one of The Boys In Blue,” he agreed amiably, “I was so sorry when you gave up the subject after O-Level, and must admit I’ve missed punishing your particularly pert posterior.” So there it was again.

 

Then Amy Winehouse raised her arm. “What is it, guilty girl?” he asked testily. “Please Sir,” she said in her whiny way, “I saw Shanks Staring At Seats when we arrived. I daresay he was inspecting The Tribble Triplets’ tattoos….on the assumption he’s a bums boy.” As indeed were most mere males at St Sticks. “Is this true, Wanker Boy Will?” the teacher asked. “Yes, Sir,” he admitted, “I was wondering what the letters stood for.” Harold Sphinx shrugged. “Knowing you to be a Dominant dolt,” he said, “and given these three sinful sluts are in The Six Punishees, I’m somewhat surprised you haven’t hit their hineys hard on the occasions you’ve been Curfew Monitor.”

 

Which made matters worse, since their reputation for requesting rattan on rears was well known. “Please, Sir,” he said sulkily, “I did enquire of dorm 6P each time, but they must have had it hard during the day, since there was no sale.” He’d actually achieved some small successes in The Six Jailbirds of dorm 6J….similarly submissive souls who craved caning at all costs. However, he wasn’t about to go into too much detail. After all, it might invite a whack for Impertinently Imparting Information. “You may as well step out here, Shanks,” he said, “and I’ll reacquaint your rear with the rubber. Everyone else may sit down and start work.”

 

He strutted out to the teacher’s desk. “Ohh,” he heard variously as six sore seats connected with the specially constructed rubber mats. They featured a fine matrix of short semi-sharp steel spikes, and were considerably more uncomfortable than the regular really rough raised ridges. Obviously they were even more effective with horrible Harry Herbert’s sodding Short Shirts, since the bottoms were bare. “Bend over and face the class, Wanker Boy Will,” he said, “and you can do what London Transport are always telling us….to take the tube….” what wit, “….you can also help me check on any Perusal of punishment in progress….” Shopping some sluts seemed sound, and he assumed the Position, “….it’ll be three whacks with the Tush Tube for each adorable arse, in my special staccato style.” Standing straight behind the bum, for a forehand followed by a backhand, an action which couldn’t be achieved with a cane.

 

Swishhhcrackkkk    Swishhhcrackkkk    Swishhhcrackkkk

“YEEE…HEEE..EEEE….THREE, thank you, SIR,” he yelped. “It’s a treat with the tubee wearing high-heeled shoes, Shanks,” he mused, “I’m sure you know all about balancing the body further forward?” He nodded. “Yes, Sir,” he agreed, “they allow an accentuated and acuter angle of attack.” It was a terrible temptation not to wiggle his waist, but it wasn’t worth the whack for Incitement. “Presumably the point is to wear them for the Summer Balls, and impress pussy with your prowess?” he asked. “Yes, Sir,” he replied, “I’ve had quite a lot of practice, and my pink bowtie is prepared in my pocket.” The teacher grinned. “I hope you fare better than Alexander Gordon,” he commented, so the sad story had reached the Staff room.

 

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“OWWW..WOWW..OWWW….SIX, thank you, SIR,” he gasped. “Though I can set you straight on the letters,” he said conversationally, “the V is for Virginia Tribble, the M for Minerva and the K for Kynaston….” his attention was drawn to the front bench, and The Babe In Blue. She sported a 1960’s hairstyle, with strikingly severe black fringe, and a devastatingly pretty mouth. Surely he’d seen her somewhere before? But, his personal demon prompted, did the collars and cuffs match? The phrase was a throwback to James Bond, since Ian Fleming’s secret agent of old had once made the sinful suggestion about a slut.

 

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“YAROO..OOO..HOO….NINE….a nasty nine, thank you, SIR,” he gasped, “….which makes them Jinnie The Jinx, Minnie The Minx and Kinnie The Kinks. Collectively they’re The Trouble Triplets….since it’s where they’re usually to be found….” very witty, as despite his every effort his eyes slipped below the desk, where her legs were wide apart, “….were you engaged in some surreptitious Staring At Slits, Shanks?” Rumbled. “Yes, Sir,” he admitted, “I do deserve discipline for the dirty and deviant deed.” It would be another three for the standard sin. “We’ll take these slowly, in singles, Shanks,” he said.

 

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“Yikes….TEN, thank you, SIR,” he gasped. “May I introduce you to Feldon, Barbara, of The Vamps,” said Stinks. Then more memory confirmed it had been a masseuse, the naughty nurse in Thunderball. He’d wanked worthlessly with Molly Peters as the superbly sexy Patricia Fearing every time whilst watching the movie at home on AudioVisual Record.

 

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“Yezz….ELEVEN, thank you, SIR,” he gasped. “She’s always been known as Agent 99….” but why? “….after the ancient 1960’s sitcom Get Smart, since she shares the same name as the luscious leading Lady. However, Shagger’s since suggested a new nick….of FemDom. What’s your disciplinary disposition, guilty girl?” he asked. “Please, Sir,” she replied demurely, “it’s ninedy to thirdy, in the direction of Domination.” So nine dozen to three, the same as himself….and a case of Quod Erat Demonstrandum, or Thus It Has Been Proved.

 

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“Yeouch….TWELVE….a dozen due, thank you, SIR,” he gasped. “Stand up, Shanks,” he said, “it’s time we took a look at you….” he duly did so, “….in the old days, Wanker Boy Will would stand straight with a wildly wavering willy, and knobbly knees knocking….” as indeed Alix The Phallix had stated earlier, “….but now your eight inches of erotic enjoyment is….well, firm….” very droll, “….anyway, it’s worth another three whacks, so over you go again.”

 

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“Yoww….ONEDEEN, thank you, SIR,” he yelped. “Since she’s currently in dorm 5V,” the teacher continued didactically, “it’s one where a career change is required next term. After all, I doubt she’d qualify as one of The Six Virgins.” A slightly smug smile confirmed this was the case. What did they say about dorm 6V? Thanks for nothing, was one of many epithets applied. But it seemed sodding Shagger had successfully scored.

 

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“Yeowweee….TWODEEN, thank you, SIR….” he gasped….gotcha, since he’d seen her look up momentarily, “….please Sir….she was peeking at my punishment, or possibly penis….ohh,” he added as the teacher reflectively ran the rubber across his raw rear. “Well, guilty girl?” he asked. “I’m so sorry, Sir,” she said contritely, “it was the statements about his shaft. I simply couldn’t stop myself, Sir.” So another case of Incitement. “Step out here and bend over,” he ordered, “Shanks can Stare At Slits….and Seats, at no extra charge.”

 

Joy, he reflected as she padded towards them, and formed the angle accordingly. “Ohh,” he moaned as she spread her legs, and he was treated to a villain’s view of vagina. Yes….the collars and cuffs DID match, a similar success story to the secret agent of old. “You’ve prepaid for the privilege of pussy peeking, Wanker Boy Will,” he said, “so I’ll apply the coup de grâce….” colloquially called the Cut Of Grace, “….and then you can begin your Lines.” 

 

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“AYEEEEE….THIRDEEN, thank you, SIR,” he gasped, “thank you for my thorough thrashing, SIR. It’s a bit like revisiting the rattan before one’s actually left school, Sir.” There were several sniggers from around the room. “Off you go,” he said, “whilst I deal with this deviant damsel. I shall be extremely interested whether she’s able to pass HER inspection.” The Short Shirt itself was specially shaped, sewn and seamed to remove much of the material. The collar was unchanged, but at the back it was cut away just below the shoulder blade. A three wide inch tongue carried the buttons, and likewise allowed his tie to be worn conventionally. For sinful sluts, they also enabled an instant naughty nipple inspection, as a beautiful boob was proudly presented in place of a pocket. He strutted back to his bench. “Ahh,” he gasped as he sat down, and the Seats Of Learning did their worst. Then he took a sheet of Lines paper from the pile, and headed it up.

 

St Stricktlands

Putting the oo back into school

Use for one dozen Lines, and add continuation sheets as necessary. Ensure this and all others are correctly identified and totalled. Care should be taken to see there are no errors or omissions in your work. Any such sheet will be rendered Inadmissible, and the appropriate penalty applied. In particular the placement and positioning of all apostrophes must be chosen with extreme care. The intermediate spacing should only be used for long Lines. Credit will be given for neat and orderly work.

Scholar name:   Shanks, William Set by: Mrs Gertrude Griffin

Scholar dorm:    6X                                Supervisor (if applicable): Mr Harold Sphinx

Date set:                                     Detention date (if applicable)

He added the dates, and started writing.

 

1. I enjoy errant erections, erotic exposure, extreme exhibitionism and endless edging.

Then he closed his ears to a floozy’s flogging, and concentrated on writing, his brain moving effortlessly onto autopilot. “Ohh,” he moaned as a hand softly stroked his straining shaft. Clearly, he’d have it hard for the duration of the Detention….so to speak. His mind was a mush as he attempted to ignore the distractions around him.    

 

6.  I enjoy errant  erections, erotic exposure,  extreme exhibitionism and  endless edging.

“Most interesting,” said Stinks, somehow staring over his shoulder. Have you been up to your old tricks again, bad boy?” Which was one way of putting it. “Yes, Sir,” he admitted, “I celebrated a VE Day in Mrs Gertrude Griffin’s class yesterday morning, with everything it entailed.” The teacher patted his hand. “She certainly seems to have a soft spot for you, Shanks,” he agreed, as he walked away. Indeed so, since he’d already sampled it, and hopefully would be doing so again on Sunday morning? Then he allowed his mind to meander into the realms of Planet Prostitute, where the lovely Ladies were….well, open for business. Big Ben was suddenly striking for what he hoped was 6.45pm, when he realized he’d finished.

 

12.  I enjoy errant erections, erotic exposure, extreme exhibitionism and endless edging.

Sheet (6) of (6)

He raised his hand, still careful to avert his eyes. “What is it, Shanks?” asked Stinks. “Please, Sir,” he replied, “I’m done, Sir….since it was only six dozen, Sir.” There was a slight sniff from beside him, so clearly his pretty partner was on many more. “Step out again, Shanks,” said Stinks, “and I’ll apply your Terminal Tubing.” In place of Closure Caning, but his seat would still sting substantially. “Ohh,” he moaned as he stood up, and his seat was separated from the spikes. He strutted to the front, and stood to attention again.

 

“It’ll still be six, Shanks,” he said, “as you’ve already failed another erection inspection. Take off your tie and Short Shirt. Then bend over, since it’ll almost be a BCNU beating....” although it was unlikely the pupils properly In The Pink were aware of them yet? “….I’ll apply them in my special staccato style….” standing straight behind the bum, for a forehand followed by a backhand. It was an action which couldn’t be achieved with a cane, “….in threes, so the two tramlines together should give you a talking point for the Tarts.” Exactly as he’d intended, as he put his tie into the single pocket, and folded it neatly onto the desk as ordered.

 

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“Yeee..HEEE..EEEE….THREE, thank you SIR,” he yelped, rocking onto his toes.

 

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“Yikes..YIKES..YIKES….SIX….six of the VERY best, thank you so much, SIR,” he gasped. “We’re done and dusted, dude,” he said, sadly it seemed, “unless you were considering attending Summer School?” He shivered slightly. “I hadn’t given it any thought until this afternoon, Sir,” he said, “when my frightful fagmistress mentioned it. Although I’d automatically assumed I’d play previous prefect, now I’m not quite so sure.” The teacher grinned widely.

 

“You’d be surprised, Shanks,” he said, “at how many sometime scholars relish revisiting the rubber on the rear….” or perhaps not, as his penis promptly pulsed, “….I attend all six weeks, so you’d be guaranteed to get a good going over.” He nodded. “Be Seein’ You, Sir,” he said, “albeit not next term, as is usually the case.” He turned his head, and winked once. “Stand up, Shanks,” he said, “and append your bowtie….” he rummaged around, and put it on, “….very fetching. I’m sure you’d do well with naked waiter service.” He smiled slightly.

 

“So it’s been said, Sir,” he replied, “for my fagging duties. But perhaps Sir would wish me to attend his study at some stage during Summer School, when he could consider my competence.” The teacher licked his lips. “Most certainly, Shanks,” he said happily, “consider it a date.” Albeit one with a difference….SMACKK “….Oww….” SMACKK “….Oww,” he gasped at two sudden smacks. “I’m happy to be your balls bulb boy, Sir,” he said spreading his legs, “especially since it’s out of school hours….UGHHH….UGHHH….BEEP BEEP.”

 

There were several soft sniggers from around the room. “Enjoy your evening’s erotic entertainment, Wanker Boy Will,” he said, “this is when prancing practice during your General Studies class pays dancing dividends….” indeed it would, “….who are you escorting?” He picked up his Short Shirt, “Please, Sir,” he replied, “it’s The Full Twins, Sir.” There were several sniffs from the seated sluts as he strutted towards the door.

 

“Good evening, Wanker Boy Will,” said one of two Happy Hookers standing outside in the corridor, and each wearing pleasingly pleated red miniskirts. He shivered slightly and his penis pulsed whilst he drank in the matching fishnet tights and boots which accompanied the apparitions. Studded collars, plus much mascara and lipstick completed the picture of sexy sirens out to pull in the punters. Her crop top bore the logo of Cynthia in large letters….so at least he’d be able to tell them apart.

 

“These were once our regulation school skirts….” said the second, and likewise labelled….only as Iona, “….in Year LXXXIII, when we were The Little Red Ridinghoods, and dorm 1A….” named after the 1960’s sitcom of The Addams Family. He shivered slightly as he recalled the leading Lady, “….only as you can see, they’re now somewhat short.” An understatement, since they were actually indecent. Doubtless it was the same situation with their seats. “I’ll put your Short Shirt in my Happy Hooker handbag….” said Sinful, “….only do try to retrieve it later….” he handed it over, “….I’m sorry, but we have to throw you out around three o’clock tomorrow morning, since we both have other dicks due….” he wouldn’t enquire further, although from her phraseology they might well both be threesomes? “….shall we go?”

 

They….well, hooked their hands under his arms, and again he felt good. “Were you thinking about Morticia Addams?” asked Sinful as they headed out of the Teaching wings. “It’s more Leching Longingly Like A Loser,” he admitted, “I must have only been about twelve when I first saw the series on AV Record. I always fancied the ancient Actress Carolyn Jones who played the part, whilst having no idea why at such an innocent age.” They both sniggered softly.

 

“We’ve seen the series….” said Sinful, “….and she’s a Vamp….” got it in one, “….she’d have done well in dorm 5V,” added Eyeful, “by the way, feel free to….well, feel free. Our fetching fannies are up for grabs, so to speak….ohh,” they both murmured. “The Bush Telegraph claims Missus has asked Terrence for la Volta to be included in this year’s routines….” said Sinful, “….do you recall reading about it in History?” asked Eyeful.

 

“Yes,” he said, “I read a 17^th century account, and the writer was unimpressed. Either he was a prude, or more likely it was sour grapes by someone who wasn’t invited. I recall it rather well: A new galliard….a foreign dance in which they seize each other in lewd places. It is full of scandalous, beastly gestures and immodest movements. In it the dancer with a leap takes the young lady – who also comes to him with a high jump to the measures of the music – and grasps her in an unseemly place….” there were two giggles, “….it sounds a bit like what my parents used to do to me when I was tiny….Pick-You-Up and Smack-You-Down.” Somehow, the surreptitious smack was the best part.

 

“It’s definitely a dirty dance,” Sinful confirmed, “although be aware in the name of equality, the lovely Ladies will be allowed to do the same….” Oops, “….I gather The Con Artists are looking forward to it….” he recalled they were both a bit butch, “….they’re in dorm 6L,” Eyeful confirmed, “so your scrotum’s safe. However it may be a different matter with the gay guys.” Not to mention all the Bi Babes and boys? It would be an interesting routine with all the available permutations.

 

Then they reached their destination, and strutted into the main assembly hall together. Inside it was a tango….which took two, he thought wittily. “Welcome, Wanker Boy Will,” said The Headmaster over the tannoy system, as the music stopped for a second, “with The Full Twins in tow.” He bowed graciously, highly happy he’d rated an announcement of entry. “Sis can have this one with you,” said Sinful, “and I’ll take the next. Then you can get us some drinks....” she paused, “….you can accept all other offers of dances, since we’ll be doing the same.” He took her into a more formal hold, however she sucked her teeth. “On the bare bum….” she murmured, and he lowered his arm accordingly, “….MUCH better.”

 

school swishing society

Chapter 236 - part (2) of (4)

 Summer Balls – Year LXXXIX

Iain Terrence Hayter, M.A. (Oxon)

Quam celerrime

Taking a deep breath, he knocked. “Entarrrr,” called out the villain’s voice he knew so well. A tingle travelled down his torso before terminating in his testicles. He opened it and stepped inside to see both of The Little Girls In Green. They were still in the Position, and both bore beaten bare bottoms. He put the discarded Knackerpants onto the desk, and stood respectfully with his hands behind his head in sinful schoolboy style.

 

“So….Wanker Boy Will,” said The Headmaster, “we meet, in exactly the circumstances I described to you last Friday. However I was not expecting to hear of several other sins apparently committed whilst waiting for your whacking. These two innocent young Ladies….” apparently not quite, “….have advised me how you exposed yourself to them, and then proceeded to play with penis....” he paused, “....I am afraid all the evidence points towards guilt, since you are not wearing your Knackerpants. What is perhaps worse is the absence of any excitement at the sight of two tempting tushes. Can either of you confirm whether Wanker Boy Will spunked?”

 

They shook their heads. “No, Sir,” said one, “he didn’t do so whilst he was wanking worthlessly over our Tart’s Trademarks….err….I mean our pleasingly pleated green skirts, Sir.” The Interrogator smiled. “Miss Sweet,” he said into the empty air, “can you kindly call in our remaining explainee? You may tell her there is no need to knock.” There was a single second’s silence. “She’s on her way in, Sir,” she replied. Then the study door opened and Gail Pusey emerged. “I am repeating a Question regarding Wanker Boy Will and his increasingly amorous activities, guilty girl,” he said sternly, “did you see him spurt whilst you were waiting outside?”

 

She shook her head. “No I didn’t, Sir,” she replied, “as I was standing behind him.” Clever….he had to agree. “Since the evidence is circumstantial….” rather then circumcised, he reflected wittily, “….there will be no further flogging for cumming convincingly in the corridor. So it will be the standard six strokes in respect of your Explanation….unless you have anything to add….” he shook his head, since it would make no difference, “….six for Exposure, and the same again for Stroking At Slits. It amounts to The Big One, which I was hoping to have dished during your proper period In The Pink, however one cannot have everything.” He shrugged. “Please, Sir,” he said, “I must admit to always having had a horrid hankering for it, so things may have turned out for the best.”

 

The Headmaster smiled widely. “Excellent,” he said, “so we are of one mind after all. I cannot arrange for such an appreciative audience, but hope these three sinners should suffice. They are younger years, for the purposes of PWEP….” Punishment With Extreme Prejudice, “….and also it will be a varlet vapulated with vixens. Ordinarily I would expect this to add huge helpings of humbling and humiliation. Alas, I accept it is of no account to an exhibitionist who has quite clearly come out of the closet. When I flogged you last Friday, it was the old Wanker Boy Will, with your wildly wavering willy and knobbly knees knocking.

 

However today your bearing is firm….albeit not quite so much as it was outside in the corridor….” very droll, “….and posturing personality, poise and panache. These are characteristics one would expect from dorm 6X….” correct, “….and as such, I think you owe a debt of gratitude to Shagger for suggesting you should be billeted with The Six X-hibiTI♂nists….” maybe he might? “….so kindly bend over. I will apply them all staccato style in threes, so you will see only six stripes in all….” he duly did so, “….although upon inspection of your particularly pert and punishable posterior, I am afraid this flogging is not your first this morning.”

 

Then June Pettit reappeared, now every inch the lovely Lady horse-rider. Tight white jodhpurs adorned her adorable arse, although the long black boots were sans spurs. Her tight black jacket, and similar style hard helmet completed the picture. OMG….she seemed stunning, especially when she flexed her riding crop whilst strutting towards them. “Might I beat his balls about a bit….Shirley?” she asked, since it seemed they were equals. “Stand in the Position For Pain, Shanks,” she replied. He spread his legs, bent both knees, and leaned backwards slightly….THWAPP “….UGHHH,” he moaned. “Next a knee in the nuts,” she said, “and then I’ll away.” WHUMPHH “….URGHHH,” he repeated, clutching his crotch. Dimly, he heard the door close. Slowly he stood up, and restarted his story.

 

Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk  “YEEE..HEEE..EEEE….THREE, thank you, SIR,” he yelped. Each stroke seemed to sting much more, owing to his spunked out state. “The Little Girls In Green may sort themselves out,” said Iain Terrence Hayter, “and look into your eyes, or watch the whacks, as they wish.”

 

Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk 

“YAROOO..OOO..HOO….SIX, thank you, SIR,” he gasped as Wear And Tear stared down at him, enjoyment evident in their eyes.

 

Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk 

“YEEOUCH..OUCH..OUCH….NINE….a nasty nine, thank you, SIR,” he gasped as they were joined by Gail Pusey, who was licking her lips.

 

Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk 

“YEEE..HAAA..AHHH….TWELVE…. a dozen due thank you, SIR,” he gasped with the Wild West Words. His firm friend and former dorm captain Richard Sharp was always one to use them on the occasions he was caned in class.

 

Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk 

“YIKES..YIKES..YIKES….THIRDEEN….a thorough thirdeen….” formerly a frightful fifteen, “….thank you, SIR,” he gasped. He waited whilst Wear And Tear walked around to his raw rear. Hell, it WAS horribly humiliating. “I will, Shanks,” he said sternly, “apply your coups de grâce straight away.” For which many thanks.

 

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“AYEEEEE..HEEE..EEEE….SIXDEEN….a sinful sixdeen….” once the straight eighteen, “….thank you for my de facto Big One, SIR….I know I needed it, Sir….ohh….ohh,” he added as again the stripes were stroked with the stick. “You may stand and sort yourself out, Shanks,” said The Headmaster, handing him his Knackerpants. “Ahh,” he gasped as he slipped them on, and the hem scraped across his aching arse. “They ARE terrifically taut and tight, bad boy,” he said, “just what you need.

 

Anyway, you may leave for what is left of Lesson 1, where obviously another Detention awaits you….” indeed, “….there are now only two days of your rustication to go….” it still felt like a fortnight, “….but will look forward to your presence again at noon on Friday. Wear And Tear may also go, however I still have to apply posterior punishment for Pussy Galore….” somehow, he didn’t think she’d got away with it, “….bare your bottom, guilty girl….” the three of them walked towards the door, “….did you have anything to say by way of Explanation?” He doubted it. “No, Sir,” she replied, “I should be swished soundly for my sins.” Spoken like a true St Sticks’ scholar, as the study door closed behind them. Sue Sweet winked once as they passed her desk, and left the office.

 

“Then,” he said, “as we retracted our steps along The Headmaster’s Corridor, it was the biggest surprise of all.”

 

“We were wondering, Wanker Boy Will….” said one of them, as they all walked with the classic canees’ gait of guilt,

“Look At Me,” she said sourly, “I’ve Just Been Caned.” Got it in one, he agreed.

“….whether we might interest you in a conjugal call to The Styx in a couple of years’ time….?” really? “….and I’m Wear’em….although in terms of naughty knickers, I prefer not to do so.” He opened his mouth and shut it again. “We’ll be The Sc♀undrels of dorm 4S next year….” said the other, who by default had to be Terrible, “….but in Year XCI we’ll be The Str♀kers of dorm 5S. So we’d like to stroke your shaft….since it’s pretty plain you enjoyed stroking it for us….” indeed he had, “….our birthdays fall quite close together, on 6^th and 13^th of November, so you might make a dirty weekend of it, and bonk us both as a Bi-some threesome.” Hell….they were so forward, fourteen going on forty. “I’d be honoured to do so, Mesdemoiselles….” he said instead as they hooked their hands under each arm, and once again it felt good, “….and I’ll make a note in my Hit List accordingly, under Forward Fornication.” Amazing….since it wasn’t so hard to Solicit sluts, after all?

 

“I was most miffed when horrible Harry Herbert Orwell and sodding Shagger had waltzed away in such familiar fashion last Saturday, Ma’am,” he said, “however since then it’s happened to me several times. It’s really rather endearing, and does make a guy feel good….” she winked once, “….we continued to the lockers in the Teaching wings, where I collected my bag of books. Then we parted the ways, and I went to Lesson 1….very late.”

 

Room 246

 He opened the door and stepped inside to see Gertrude Griffin standing by the blackboard. On it were written a number of Big Words, none of which he’d ever heard. “Welcome back, Wanker Boy Will,” she said with a wide smile. “I’d expected you’d be here a quarter of an hour ago.” He shrugged. “I’m sorry to be so lamentably late, Ma’am,” he said, “but I lost my place in line outside The School Secretary’s office, and then there were….well, other issues in addition to my Explanation.” There were several sniggers. “We’ll discuss it later,” she said, “do take a seat somewhere.”

 

He looked around the room. “I’d have liked to sit with Rocky, Ma’am,” he said, “but alas the seats either side of her are taken.” It was two of his temporary dorm mates, Aesop Hislop and Malcolm Gorst. “She’s suddenly become a popular property,” she agreed, “I suspect something to do with your suggestion about The Six Sneaks basically being Humiliatrices….” more mirth, “….coupled with them becoming Shanks’ P♀nies a few days ago….” she licked her lips, “….and also Roccella-Roland’s minor Mental Makeover.” Then one of her two comrades in crime, raised his hand. The teacher gestured towards him.

 

“Please, Ma’am,” said Aesop Hislop, “I’ve….well, played my part this morning, so I’m quite happy to take an otherwise empty bench for the rest of the lesson.” She nodded in acquiescence. “Get your arse up….Aesop,” she said wittily. “Ohh….” he moaned as he arose, and walked towards the back of the room. Arse Up Aesop’s cause of derrière discomfort was immediately obvious, since six stripes adorned an aching arse, “….Ahhh,” he added as he sat down again. Then he took the vacated place next to Rock’N’Roll. “AHHH,” he gasped as again the really rough raised ridges did their work.

 

Then the teacher started to speak. “I’m engaged in a synopsis of syllepsis….” presumably not syphilis….or sepsis? “….no….not a combination of nasties….” clearly her clairvoyance course had been worth every new-pound, “….it’s the repeated use of a word or phrase with a variety of different meanings. By way of an example, one might say someone put his cigar, his teeth and the cat out for the night.” Very witty.

 

“She’s a VERY good teacher, Ma’am,” he said, “and I learned a lot about another equally obscure item, too….polyptoton, and nothing to do with polyps. The ancient Beatles’ song Please, Please Me is an example, although it’s said to be about oral appreciation…..” she stroked her skirt a second time, “….and so is Who Will Watch The Watchmen….” or quis custodiet ipsos custodes, “….anyway, there wasn’t a massive amount of time left for any contrived and consensual classroom canings, as we’d discussed the previous Sunday morning. So very slowly and surreptitiously, I slid off my shorts, and Rocky raised her hand.

 

“What is it now?” she asked. “Please, Ma’am,” she replied virtuously, “Wanker Boy Will’s exposed himself.” The Dreadful Griffin pursed her lips. “It’s the third VE Day you’ve celebrated this morning….” she said, so clearly his dorm captain and Ghost had both done the deed, “….Shanks….step out here and strip starkers, facing the class.” Nothing would give him greater pleasure….since this was the whole point of the process. He stepped up to the teacher’s desk, and started to shed his clothes, folding each item carefully.

“Yes, I know,” said Shirley Greene, sourly, “we’ve all had tidiness completely caned into us.”

Several seconds later, he was nice and naked, with his hands behind his head. “Wanker Boy Will’s bearing is firm,” she said didactically, “which is more than can be said for his shaft….” very droll, “….but you’ll note there are no knobbly knees knocking, no willy wavering wildly in an abortive attempt to impress pussy with his prowess. It’s obviously a deep disappointment to everyone expecting to see eight inches of erotic enjoyment, so how and when did you successfully spunk? I assume it was relatively recently?” He nodded. “Yes, Ma’am,” he replied, “it was in The Headmaster’s Corridor, immediately prior to my Explanation. I’d been edging endlessly, however matters….well, came to a conclusion when my scrotum was stretched by an innocent young Lady.”

 

There was loud laughter. “Was she, by any chance, Pussy Galore?” she asked. “Yes, Ma’am,” he admitted, his ears burning. “She’s fourteen going on forty….” his point precisely, “….and one of Shagger’s Forward Fornication floozies, if I recall rightly?” He nodded. “Yes, Ma’am,” he agreed, “however, I was asked afterwards by Wear And Tear to do their dishonours.” There were several gasps. “So success in every packet,” she mused, “turn around, and for a consolation prize you can let everyone Ogle Obviously Over your tanned tush….” he did so, “….a particularly pert and punishable posterior….” the standard sentiment, “….and what seem to be six SERIOUS stripes. Have you had The Big One, bad boy? Bend over, and let the class see them more easily.”

 

He assumed the Position. “Yes, Ma’am,” he replied, “six standard strokes for my Explanation, plus the same again for Exposure and Stroking At Slits so shamelessly. As for the subsequent spurting, it wasn’t actually witnessed, so The Headmaster graciously agreed to waive the whacks.” She grinned. “You were let off lightly,” she said, “I’d have caned you….” doubtless she would, “….however it wasn’t my decision. You definitely deserve another dozen due….” oops, “….six for lamentable Lateness, and for Exposure again. However, your tanned tush has already taken a sinful sixdeen in addition to any previous posterior punishments, and this isn’t a Caning Contest….” to see who could take the most whacks without crying. He’d never wanted to be a contestant, but maybe he might now be?

 

“As you know, they’re on Wednesday evenings in The Canteen,” she said, “so you’ve your last chance saloon next week.” He’d bear it in mind….or should it be bare it?

 

“….the class has already enjoyed two value-for-money Villains Exposures, so we won’t worry with another one for now….” really rather a relief, “….however anyone who fancies the free feel of a flogged fanny should step out and form a line. Spread your legs, and since you’re wearing Naccatape, you can be a balls bulb boy for anyone who wishes.”

 

“Amazingly enough,” he said, “it was the whole class.” She giggled girlishly. “Extreme exhibitionism,” she replied, “so straight up your street.” Fair enough, he agreed.

 

According to the wall clock, it was 10.03am, and thus almost the close of the lesson. “I haven’t covered nearly as much ground as I’d have liked,” she muttered, “so you’ve missed out on many other elements of eloquence. However, those of you lucky lasses and lads who are taking English language to A-Level next year may hear of them….” he hadn’t, as it happened, since William Wordsworth Weobley wasn’t fussed about such things,

 

“As you mentioned to me last Friday,” she said, “and I agree Wibbly Wobbly Weobley’s teaching skills are reputed to be somewhat limited.” Which was being charitable.

 

“….but it’s these continual interruptions….” and the quid pro quo of some sound starkers studs’ swishings….exactly as she enjoyed? “….Wanker Boy Will can report to my study next Sunday afternoon….” he could? “….his Hit List is full to capacity….” so she too had access again to it, even though HE hadn’t, “…. however I was able to squeeze in a second Sunday Special....” Ohh, “….you’re down to do my colleague in crime Françoise Hoare in the morning….” unbelievable, since he’d never expected to have The French Whore, “….I can only hope you’ve sufficient semen, since it’s also two of The Six Sneaks in the morning and evening….” she sniggered slightly, “….let alone a seriously sore seat, since my session will start with your missed dozen due….” Oops, “….as for your Detention tomorrow evening….” for arriving in excess of six minutes late, “….your Lines will be: I enjoy errant erections, erotic exposure, extreme exhibitionism and endless edging….and six dozen should suffice….” the bell rang, “….all rise….and screw you soon, Shanks.” She winked once, packed her bag of books, and strutted out of the room.

 

“So I dressed quickly, Ma’am,” he explained, “and headed quickly away to Lesson 2. Obviously I didn’t want to be late all over again.” Although he’d still been beaten, but at least it was only for obvious Oscitation….inattention. “Going back to the Summer Balls,” she said, “were you escorting anyone there this evening?” He shook his head. “No, Ma’am,” he admitted, “I’d hoped for one or other of Shanks’ Ponies. However with their sudden popularity, they’d already all made other arrangements.”

 

She smiled slightly. “I may have a solution,” she said, “and subsequent sex, in the shape of The Full Twins….” really? “….their consort was to have been a Cunt Casanova…. the Cock O’ the North….” Ohh, “….alas the silly sod was practicing with his high heels yesterday afternoon, and twisted his ankle. As a result he’s taking Umbrage….” laid up in dorm U, “….and can’t walk at all….” she paused, “….you’re aware Alexander Gordon has an eight inch male member….” another reason for his nickname, “….so with your similar shaft, they were wondering whether you’d step in as succedaneum? Or a substitute. “I’d be honoured, Ma’am,” he said. “Excellent,” she said, “I told them it was almost certainly a Yes, with quality cute cunts of their calibre, and a Bi-some threesome to follow….” YESS, “….they’ll want ALL your wanking wherewithal, since they insist on having their fellas….well, full and frustrated before fucking….” she paused again, “….you were once an obvious oralophobe and associated analophobe. Are you sure you don’t mind lovingly licking their adorable arses?”

 

He shook his head. “No, Ma’am,” he said, “I’ve seen the light….” or not, in this case, “….and I’m happy to help with their hineys.” She nodded. “I’ll assure them of your best anal attention,” she said, “and they can collect you from the Detention classrooms at about seven o’clock….” she paused, and stared at the wall clock, which read 5.17pm, “….sit down, and help yourself to some dinner. I asked Pet It to prepare a second helpful of the main course and put in the oven, prior to your arrival. It’ll save you some time in The Canteen, and then you can tell me something of what happened between you and The Boot Boy.”

 

 He strutted to the kitchenette, and extracted the offending object by means of his napkin. Then he returned to the table, and set it down. “I’d prefer to stand, Ma’am,” he said, “since with your nasty nine, and also Mr Alixander Fall’s an hour previously, it’s basically been The Big One.” She nodded. “I understand,” she agreed amiably, “so simply shift the second chair. Then you can point your penis at me provocatively.” He smiled, and started his story. It would essentially be a sentence or two at a time until he finished his food.

 

Boyd Booth

pugnaculis tabernus

 

Big Ben was striking for 7am when he stood outside study 20 on Level 4. He nerved himself for a rough ride and opened the door, in accordance with fagging protocol. Oops….since his fearsome fagmaster wasn’t simply a Superior Sir, but Mr Whippy, albeit not an old-fashioned brand of ice-cream. The Whipmaster wherewithal was one of black leather, with a black peeked hat and black hobnail boots. His black-buttoned leather tunic was wide open, although he wore a black tie with no shirt. But the pièce de résistance was surely the pair of long black leather trousers, which came complete with a cut-out for the crotch.

 

 “I’m interested in your take of the uniform, Wanker Boy Will,” she said, “since I’d have added a bit about a second one at the rear, revealing a particularly pert posterior….over which it was almost impossible not to Ogle Obviously. But I suppose it takes one to know one?” Indeed so.

 

“Welcome to The Boot Inn, bad boy,” he said, “as it’s known….” he hadn’t heard, “….I honestly hadn’t noticed the fagging hour upon us. But you know what they say about tempus fugit….” or Time Flies….but with the caveat of Normally Only When You’re Having Fun, “….but I’ve been Putting The Boot In….as per my Latin logo.” He gestured towards the floor, where a pink figure was writhing in apparent agony, clutching its crotch. Slowly, it struggled to its feet, using a chair for assistance.

 

“T..Thanks for the session, Sir….huhh,” said Isaac Victor Poisson, as he collected his clothes from the study table, “I’ll….huhh….go as I am….huhh….since my breakfast will be waiting in my study….ohh,” he added as his posterior was patted patronizingly. “I like plums pain perverts, Poison Ivy,” said The Whipmaster, “anytime you want your bollocks bashed about a bit, just let me know.” The other winked once. As he retreated towards the door, it was obvious how the ill-treatment had also been extended to his back and bottom, which were completely covered with welts.

 

“You’ll recall he’s a sixdy-sixdy switch, Shanks….” six dozen to the gross, or even-steven, “….and a gay guy. I’m not even a bi boy, and don’t do anal as such. However, I was able to accommodate his naughty needs by doing a dildo up his derrière. It doesn’t do much for me….apart from Put-You-In-Your-Place punishment.” He recalled how he prefect’s pedigree had been from dorm 6D, as one of The Six DemeanErs….which certainly showed.

 

“I’ve watched your whacks in class often enough over the years, Wanker Boy Will,” he continued, “and always had a hankering to hit your hiney….your particularly pert and punishable posterior….” somewhat similar to his own? “….I’d hoped we might mutually manage something during Private Study, but you never responded to any of my overt overtures….” he’d never noticed, “….I’m afraid we Dominant dolts aren’t always noted for our ability to pick up on subtle signals. Maybe I should simply suggested some Knacky Whacky one lunchtime….” or not, since it was a term he’d not heard previously….

 

“Really?” she asked. “No, Ma’am,” he muttered, “I must have led a sheltered life.” She shrugged. “Shagger will show you tomorrow,” she said, “after your restoration, if you ask him nicely. It’s one of his favourite forms of fetish between two bad boys….and it’s fairly self-explanatory.” He knew all about Knacky Smacky, so this should be swishing not spanking?

 

“….however what’s done is done….” or not, “….so when The Green Goddess was asking around for Senior Swaps, it seemed to be my big chance….” he smiled, “….so this way I get to give you a good going over, without any discomfort on my part….” but what about the quid pro quo? “….at least, not from you. But I’ll pay for my pleasure presently.”

 

“He certainly shall,” she said with feeling, “since he’ll be suffering seriously as a Dell Boy on Friday evening. I shall string him up by his scrotum, and whip him well….wearing nothing but his black boots. My own uniform will be his special treat.” Again, he wasn’t about to ask.

 

“Sometimes I have some sympathy for sodding Shagger,” he mused, “a whole year you’ve kept him paying his penance, for something you could easily have sorted out yourself….” Oops, “….if you’d made your peace sooner, your Private Study slot could have been available for many more of us Doms wanting to beat his neat little bottom….” his ears burned, “….at least I have him booked for a short session next week. But as for you, it’s time for your Start-As-You-Mean-To-Go-On beating. Get those Knackerpants off and bend over, nice and tight.” He folded them neatly to the floor, and assumed the Position.

 

SWISHHHHTHWACKKKKK    SWISHHHHTHWACKKKKK

“OOOO..HOOO….TWO, thank you, SIR,” he gasped at the sudden serious stings, and jumping up slightly. “Did I forget to mention they’d be staccato style?” he asked rhetorically, “anyway, it’s one more for Rising without permission….” his waist wiggled in an abortive effort to escape the posterior pain, “….and another onto your beat sheet for Incitement.”   

 

SWISHHHHTHWACKKKKK    SWISHHHHTHWACKKKKK

“YEOWWW..OWWW….FOUR, thank you, SIR,” he gasped. “I’m an absolute expert with the cane, Shanks….” he’d second the suggestion, “….with your Farewell Foursome to follow, I daresay I could get you up to a dozen due without difficulty….” doubtless, “….so I’ll be generous and offer an alternative. I’m asking you to accept a boot in the balls, the same as Poison Ivy. If you strip starkers for a shower….with some suffering, we’ll waive all the whacks.” Then the study door opened, and the junior fag entered, and they both glanced up at the clock.

 

“It’s twelve past seven, Not Gay,” he said, “so in accordance with my Lateness regime, it’s six strokes onto your beat sheet….” thus one whack for each two minutes, “….I’m busy with Wanker Boy Will, so I’ll dish your discipline this afternoon. For now, get going on my breakfast, bad boy.” The younger year nodded. “I’m so sorry, Sir,” he said with a smirk, “please hit me hard, Sir….I know I need it.” He held his hiney, and ambled away to the kitchenette. “I’m another plums pain pervert, Sir,” he said, adopting the Position For Pain, “so please boot my balls, Sir.” WHUMPP “….URGHHH,” he moaned, as he too fell to the floor.

 

“When I’d stopped whooping, and writhing around in abject agony,” he said, “I crawled into the shower room. I’d thought it might be a punitive cold shower, but it was the opposite.”

 

Slowly, he stood up inside the cubicle, and The Boot Boy turned on the tap. “I’ve bested and busted your bollocks,” he said, “and now I shall baste and blast them.” Oh, dear….as the temperature was turned up, and the setting shifted to the strongest jet. “AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped, “me balls….AYEEEEE….me balls.” There was simply a snigger. “I’ll stop shortly if you’ll agree to lovingly lick my prick, to show some Superiority, Shanks,” he said, “the same as we all did on Autumn Arrival Afternoon for our dorm captains last year.”

 

“Which he eventually did,” he confirmed, “although it was all absolute agony, and seemed like forever before it finally finished. As for the licking, it was a lot like Rick The Prick. Then he graciously allowed me to complete my shower. The rest of my session was spent in cleaning it completely….in the altogether, obviously. I was essentially a naked slave.”

 

Big Ben was striking for 8am when he was called back into the main study. There was no sign of the junior fag, so presumably he’d been dismissed for the duration? “Thank you….Will,” he said, “you’ve done well.” Unexpectedly, he offered his hand, and they shook, “….you can get dressed and go whenever you wish.” It seemed they were now equals, at least until he put on his pink uniform again. “You’re welcome….Boyd,” he replied, “shower cleaning does keep you humble….something it seems Sexy Sammy said so often to sodding Shagger.”

 

The other smiled slightly. “I heard the story, too,” he replied, “but it seems he’s going to make Samantha Terrier’s acquaintance again next Autumn….” and her captivating Celtic cunt, “….assuming he’s passed his A-Levels.” Which alas applied to them all. “It may be markedly more,” he mused, “by bonking both The Terror Twins. Hell….I’ve never even had a Bi-some threesome.”

 

“At least I’ve been able to address this defect in your education,” she said, “since it’ll be your first foray with two fuckable floozies tomorrow evening, following the Summer Balls.” He smiled. “I’m most grateful, Ma’am,” he muttered.  

 

“Perhaps you could tell me about your junior fag, Boyd….?” he asked, since Questions weren’t currently caneable, “….he seemed quite enthusiastic about being beaten this afternoon.” The other shrugged. “His name’s Arbuthnot Fotheringay,” he explained, “which is why he’s Not Gay….” so to speak, “….he’s late most mornings, probably on purpose, since he’s simply a subbie. He’s currently in The Little Zer♂s of dorm 3Z. He’s offered often enough to take my toe to his testicles, but it wouldn’t be properly professional. However I’ll give him the boot….when I’ve given him the boot on Departure Day, and isn’t officially my fag any more.” Very witty. “It’s not going to be a good day,” he said, “since I’m starting with an Explanation....but at least it’s not far until Friday.”

 

The other grinned. “I agree with you there,” he said, “since it’s happened to me often enough over the years. But following your rustication, I took out some insurance, and volunteered for an Apocryphal Scholar Saturday. Frankly, I didn’t want Terrence looking too closely for another candidate….most especially in my general direction.” He dressed quickly. “I understand there were several prefects who took the same tack, Sir,” he said, “starting with Richard Sharp and Shirley Greene.” Then he headed to the door, and stepped outside into the gloomy corridor. It would be breakfast in The Canteen, probably punctuated by any number of nax and nix, all enthusiastically demanding their dues. It was, he supposed, a kind of fame….or infamy.

 

“Which just about covers it, Ma’am,” he said. “Thanks for sharing, Shanks,” she replied, “and turning now towards another matter, I’m interested to know whether you’ve considered Summer School at The Styx? We’ll be eligible as sometime scholars.” He shrugged. “Are we able to attend as previous prefects?” he asked. “Apparently so,” she replied, “and most Dominant dolts do. However, I understand it’s equally fun to play In The Pink. Then one can revisit the rattan, and source some school style stick and swishing sessions.” A week ago there’d have been no contest, but now he could see its attractions.

 

 “I’ll have to give it some thought, Ma’am,” he said. He’d have to ask about HER intentions, but it would wait a while….when he wouldn’t be whacked. He stared up at the wall clock, and unbelievably it was now 5.34pm. “It’s your final fagging for tomorrow morning,” she said, “so report here at the usual time. I’ll completely clear your beat sheet, with the addition of your Farewell Foursome.” Thanks another bunch. “Yes, Ma’am,” he said, “I ought to go, if you don’t mind, since I’d like to check on the Supervisors this evening.” She waved him away. “You can keep the high heels and bowtie,” she said, “since you’ll need them for the Summer Balls. We may meet….although you might not recognise me….” he suspected skulduggery, “….but if not, enjoy yourself….followed by your fucking fun with Sinful and Eyeful.” He’d definitely Do His Best….DOB DOB DOB, as the boy scouts used to say.

 

He pocketed his bowtie, replaced his Short Shirt and conventional tie, before strutting out of the study. Was this wise, he wondered whilst he walked along the gloomy corridor? His prefect peer had already come a cropper, and it would be such a shame to blow his own chances. He’d simply have to be careful….especially with lively dances. Maybe he might give the jive a miss? Then he reached the Level 5 landing again, and started gingerly down the empty echoing stone steps. There was a knack, standing slightly sideways for safety. Finally, after listening to whacks wafting on the wind, he reached the base.

 

Then it was into the first of the long, dark cold corridors towards the assembly hall. Big Ben was striking for 5.45pm when he reached the main notice board, which was deserted. However inside the hall it was a hive of activity, as the huge area was prepared for the erotic events of the evening. Carefully, he read through the list.